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Fountain of your rise by Ivan Donn Carswell
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war for lost, egregious souls whose thanks deserted you should never be constrained, should never need to grieve in anxious pain or ever cede to grieve alone.
Michelle, you gave without restraint, the light was grown brighter by your sacrifice and even though you managed to avoid the centre glow the light was quite enough to keep the shadows of another night at bay, until today. We knew so little of the troubled way.
Michelle, the zesty core you’ve kept proscribed will essence out, your psyche has rebelled and shouts the epithets of trenchant self, a new and lively eminence is just about to soar in anxious skies; it is a resurrection of your inner power and no demise, the natal fountain of your rise. © I.D. Carswell
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